Mom’s Rwanda Wrap-Up

Home in Fredericton, after my Tour de Rwanda with Caroline. I am cold, and lonely. Wonder if I will ever wear all the great jewelry I got, as it will seem out of place here. Like an orchid in a cow barn.

I miss the moto’s, African tea, sunshine and heat. Do not miss walking uphill and really dirty feet. I miss Caroline, and her roommate Lauren. Wonderful hosts. They have an impressive lust for food. Surpassed only by their exuberance for life.

Have met some people I will remember for a long time. Peter, Egide, Hilaire, Eric, Mo, and Jonas. They might not have a Visa Gold card, but they have the ability to make you feel welcome, and special. Black is the new gold.

Caroline had her Jurassic Park moments. And I was there to share it with her. That’s what I liked the most – being able to fly half-way around the world to spend time with Cano. The child who took care of me in her adopted country. I got to stand back and watch her. I was humbled.

The sights of Rwanda will stay with me for a long time. I want them to. Their memories will rescue me, when life just gets a bit too foolish here.